Chapter 923: Demon-Killing Rangers (VII)

At one o'clock in the afternoon, Xiaotan and two NPCs came to a big house in the northwest corner of the community.

The three children walked side by side outside the fence of this house and stopped.

"Well... I think we really can't find anyone else to translate this book..." Sean said to Xiaotan.

"But... someone has to knock on the door, right?" Horace said, glancing at Xiaotan.

"Don't worry, I'll just go." Xiaotan agreed generously. As an adult, he would not be afraid of a neighbor he was unfamiliar with because of certain stereotypes and prejudices like these children.

"You have to think clearly... Wang, he is very scary..." Horace put on a serious look and reminded, "He is German, maybe he doesn't speak English at all."

"Hmm..." Sean thought for a moment and then added, "Should we first find out how to say 'please don't kill us' in German?"

"bitte_toten_sie_icht." The next second, a voice suddenly came from their side and said this sentence in fluent German.

When the three of them heard this, they were suddenly startled and all looked around.

Entering, what caught their sight... was an old man wearing a red plaid shirt and a gray woolen jacket.

Ten minutes later, inside the house...

"Young men, time is running out." The strange German man held a sharp knife and stood in front of the sofa with a light behind his back. He said with a stern expression on his face, "This is your last chance today..." He said. He leaned over and cut open a piece of fruit pie on the coffee table, "... Come and taste the hot pie that I made by myself."

As he spoke, he handed a piece of cut pie to the opposite side of the coffee table.

at this time. Xiaotan, Horace and Sean were already sitting side by side on the sofa. Horace took the pie handed over by his grandfather with a silly look on his face, and turned to look at the two people beside him, with an expression that seemed to say: "I never expected to encounter such a good thing again."

"Okay, where are we reading from?" The weird German man finished cutting the pie, then returned to his seat and put on his reading glasses. He faced the children, picked up the book and said. "Oh, here...the amulet itself is not big, and it has mysterious incantations engraved on it..." This is the translation. He seemed to have discovered something, and immediately turned the book over, showed the page to Xiao Tan and the others, "...This thing looks quite weird, doesn't it?"

Xiaotan looked intently. I saw a hand-drawn sketch on the page. The pattern as a whole looks like... two mini dragons (their appearance is close to the giant dragons in Western mythology, not Eastern dragons), one on the left and one on the right, one high and one low, clinging to an oval-shaped boulder of different colors.

Of course...if Feng Bujue were to observe, he might see that Van Helsing used a quill instead of a pen when drawing this picture, and infer from the ink marks that the other person was in a hurry when he drew the picture; he might also use this to A poorly executed drawing deduces the amulet's true appearance. But... Brother Jue is not here at this moment, and no one will care about these details.

"Is this an amulet?" Xiaotan asked, looking at the pattern.

"I think so." The weird German man replied.

"Hey, guys..." Horace lowered his voice and said in an excited tone to the two friends beside him, "The weird German guy is so awesome."

The old man, known as the Weird German Man, glanced at the children. With a subtle expression: "My name is Leonardo Cimino."

"Uh...Mr. Cimino." Sean asked at this time, "About the 'balance' part. Can you explain it in detail? I didn't understand it."

"Yes." Cimino responded, "According to this book... the forces of good and evil will continue to wax and wane and replace each other. And every hundred years, at a certain point in time "On the other hand, these two powers will reach a perfect balance." He paused for two seconds, "And the amulet we just talked about gathers the 'power of good' and is a sacred tool to exorcise evil. And... it is 'indestructible'." He pointed at the page, "Here... the word indestructible is used, with a line under it."

Having said this, he turned a page and continued: "On the 'Resurrection Night' that occurs once every hundred years, when the clock strikes midnight, the amulet will become particularly fragile. During this period, It will become 'destructible'."

"What happens if the amulet is destroyed?" Sean asked.

"Then the balance between good and evil will be broken." Cimino replied, "Evil... will become the new order of this world." He raised his head and glanced at the children, "But, our friend Mr. Van Helsing said ...Even on the night of resurrection, at least there is a way to stop the dark forces..."

"What is it?" Xiao Tan quickly asked.

"If someone can get the amulet before the dark forces, they can go through a ritual...a ritual that can only be held once every hundred years to open the door to the border prison." Cimino replied, "That's like a The terrifying whirlpool and ferocious tornado... can swallow up the evil forces and everything around... thus maintaining peace for an entire century. "

Xiaotan and the two children from the Monster Club all listened to Cimino's narration attentively, and even Horace put down the pie in his hand.

"Did he describe the process of the ceremony?" Xiao Tan quickly asked again.

"Yes, and it's very detailed." Cimino replied, "This 'diary' lasted until the last day of his struggle with the dark forces. What's interesting is... Judging from the date, there are less than a dozen hour, which is midnight...we are exactly one hundred years away from that day.”

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One forty in the afternoon, suburbs of the city.

I don’t know what the structure of this planet is like in the United States in the 1980s. Not far from the city, there is actually a swamp shrouded in thick fog. Although it is only a thirty-minute drive from the city, the landscape here is comparable to a virgin forest.

"It's close here. Can you smell it?" Dracula walked through the muddy land with his elegant and unhurried steps.

"Ah? Ah -" A werewolf wearing a tattered jacket and jeans followed Dracula, making a few sounds that sounded like a wolf but not a wolf. A roar that looked like an orangutan but was not an orangutan responded.

Fur—fur—

As soon as their conversation ended, the sound of something being dragged was heard not far away.

Dracula and the werewolf turned around and saw... a mummy.

"Heh..." Dracula smiled and said nothing.

He also knew that there was nothing to say to the mummy. The mummy was obviously not very good at communicating.

In short, the mummy and the werewolf seemed to have acquiesced in their status as "followers", and naturally followed Dracula. Dracula also led the two men forward without taking it seriously.

As they walked, they came to a deep and vast quagmire.

"This is it." Dracula stood at the edge of the swamp and said in a deep voice.

Finished. Jing posthumous arrival.

After a while, the middle of the swamp seemed to be boiling...large mud bubbles emerged.

Hiss—tear—

Seconds passed, followed by a rhythmic, eerie sound of footsteps. A large rectangular wooden box emerged from the swamp.

Immediately afterwards. A figure covered in mud also appeared.

This "human" figure held the box high with both hands and walked all the way out from the bottom of the mire.

After walking ashore, the mud and water on his body faded away as quickly as possible, revealing his true appearance.

Generally speaking... he is just a fish spirit (according to the end credits of "Monster Rangers", this monster is called gillman, which I personally think can be translated as "gill man"), and his face looks like Ben Bo'er Ba and Ba Bo'er Ben. (both are the little demons in "Journey to the West"), and their body shape looks similar to that of humans. It has distinct chest and abdominal muscles; its hands and feet have webs and claws, and its whole body is covered with crocodile-like skin.

This is another monster whose IQ balance is insufficient just by looking at him. After he moved the big wooden box ashore, he looked at Dracula without saying a word, as if he was waiting for instructions from his boss.

At this time, faint thunder suddenly came from the sky above the thick fog.

Dracula squatted affectionately next to the big wooden box again, and casually handed his cane to the mummy standing behind him.

"I've been waiting for too long..." Dracula slowly reached out and opened the lid of the wooden box, "...it's been too long..."

Looking at the count's state, nine out of ten people would guess...that the person lying in the wooden box was his old lover.

However, when the lid was opened, a tall and strong man was revealed.

Compared with the other three monsters, the one lying in the wooden box is still famous - Frankenstein (Frankenstein).

"Cane." Dracula stared at Franken for a few seconds, then turned back and said to the mummy.

After receiving the order, the mummy immediately stretched out the cane in his hand and placed the head of the cane in front of Dracula.

The head of this cane is a copper bat sculpture, similar in size to an apple and lifelike in appearance.

Without even looking at it, Dracula skillfully pulled out the two "bat ears" on the head of the stick with both hands and pressed them onto Franken's ears respectively.

I don’t know who designed it for him... After these two parts were pulled out, two slender copper wires came out, and the two "bat ears" themselves can be used as clips.

"Wake up...my old friend." After doing this, Dracula took the cane, stood up, and said excitedly, "Our time has come!"

After that, he raised the end of the cane high. After pressing a certain mechanism on the cane, a metal rod popped out of the end of the cane and turned into a strange, erect lightning rod. …

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Community, on the other hand, in the sewers.

The four-person battle with Blade on the Hell Front has gone from the ground to the underground.

From a sniper battle across the street, it became a surprise attack battle under a specific environment.

"Is this a trap again..." After encountering the sixth small-scale directional blast, Greedy Wolf's survival value finally dropped below 20%. Just in case, he had to drink a large dose of survival value. Supplements.

"Each one is placed in a different form..." Greedy Wolf Xin said, "Although I also know... there is more than one strategist on the front line of hell, Feng Bujue... But being able to do this to this extent is really admirable. ah……"

"Hey... you've been hit six times, are you really okay?" Po Jun, who was following his teammates more than ten meters behind, asked worriedly, "How about I go in front instead?"

"Don't joke." Tan Lang replied, "If it were you, it wouldn't be a matter of six times... maybe you would have died six times."

"You dare to say that." Po Jun curled his lips and replied in a noncommittal tone.

"I'm telling the truth..." Tan Lang replied seriously, "I have been keeping a high degree of concentration while moving forward, plus I have special equipment and S-level medical expertise, otherwise I would have died several times."

"Oh? Are these just some traps so troublesome?" Po Jun asked in surprise.

"It might be okay under normal circumstances, but don't forget..." Tan Lang replied, "...our bodies have been shrunk. Under this premise, the products of equipment and summoning expertise will play a greater role." He paused, "and the most typical example is...explosives."

"Speaking of explosives, I have some too." Po Jun said again, "Since it is so unprofitable for the pursuing party, why should we take the initiative to attack? We can also learn from them, set traps all the way, and make detours all the way..."

"Then won't the advantage we had on the ground be gone?" Tan Lang said, "We finally achieved a certain degree of suppression by taking the initiative and forced them to flee underground... If we stop chasing, let them If they escape unscathed, wouldn't all their efforts be in vain? "

"Calm down..." Pojun is indeed a man favored by Jue Ge. In this situation, he is more rational than Tanlang, the strategist, "...Maybe the other party is taking advantage of your mentality to lure you to continue chasing... and then expand the losses..."

After the captain's advice, Tanlang suddenly realized: "Wait...you are right..." His face changed slightly, "I seem to have fallen into the gambler's thinking without knowing it..."

The so-called gambler's thinking is composed of many parts, and the two most typical ones are: first, a small win is not a win, and not winning much is equivalent to losing; second, the more you lose, the more you have to increase your chips, so that you can get your money back.

"Right! You can't chase anymore..." At this moment, Tanlang's mind rang, and many pictures flashed before his eyes. He quickly said to Pojun, "It's not that I am so smart, but those explosive traps...are just a trick to distract attention! The real purpose of the other party is..."

Boom--

At this moment.

A bang interrupted his words.

A huge tremor disrupted their steps.

But then... (To be continued...)